Been a long while since I made any updates here. Believe me, it wasn’t for lack of trying. In addition to the day job, the freelance work, and the writing in 2016, I’ve been going through a bitter and contested divorce and custody battle. Not the sort of divorce where I need anyone’s sympathy, but the kind where congratulations are in order. It’s been a long time coming. Needless to say, it’s been complicated and has eaten up a ton of my time. I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, though.
I’m now firmly entrenched in the brand new Central Vermont Chateau Gilmour, free of the offending former spouse. It’s an eighty-six year old Victorian duplex (I’ve got one side of the building), and the location is surprisingly quiet for being right in a city of close to sixty thousand people. But I’m at the end of a dead-end street, with a steep tree-covered hill at the dead end, and a babbling brook behind my back yard. Walking distance from the public library, but far enough from Main Street that I don’t hear any of the noise from the occasional New England summer festival or the thumping bassline from some wannabe gangbanger with the lowrider pickup truck with undercarriage neon lights and no muffler.